A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise.
"Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Monday, May 31, 2004

..................................................................................................................................what dawn is breaking in me? what inconceivable light? illuminating the snow, the cassock, the crows........

Incredible nervous state, terpidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

There were time and you want to be free
My love is growing stronger, as you become a haven to me
Oh I've been loving you a little too long
I dont wanna stop now, oh
With you my life,
Has been so wonderful
I can't stop now
There were times and your love is growing cold
My love is growing stronger as our affair -affair- grows old
I've been loving you a little too long, long,
I don't want to stop now
oh, oh, oh
I've been loving you a little bit too long
I don't wanna stop now
No, no, no
Don't make me stop now
No baby
I'm down on my knees Please, don't make me stop now
I love you, I love you,
I love you with all of my heart
And I can't stop now
Don't make me stop now
Please, please don't make me stop now
-Good god of mine.

'Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light'

Friday, May 14, 2004

pinwntas lefko bordeaux kai akougwntas pop gay tragoudia xana trehw xana mama, xana xana ni(t)sou mou, sou, tou se monolokektismous kai oligolekta gia na existathmisw to elima twn tsapismatwn sou, 04:00 to prwi se anametadosi me to mple tou ouranou na prosferei to polypothyto.
anoigw parathyrw-
You told me that you loved me
I know wherer and when
Come sunrise, suprise suprise
The joke's on me again
You know I don't care
Keep it hidden better
Did I say the world was fair?
I thought I was just the guy
For you and it would never end
I thought we were supposed to be
Like glue

'So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure'